identity

And, then the sun set

Set out on an excursion

The east behind me

Seeking old wisdom

Hoping for a connection

The sun rose through the mind fog

Destination held and bent

Headed back home

The sun behind me with a siren whistle

Looked in the rearview mirror

The sun was there, glistening

Maybe even listening

Then, just like that, the sun set

Now the moon beckons

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